playingtheangel - Незавершённый гештальт - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

leaf my tracking, I besieged so many bad guys whose voice sounded like a clarinet and Boston screamed with shouting, as if he scored a garnett when I crawled out and sang, in my fifth ten, fucking, well, a spilled scarley would dissolve in the water, as if I had replaced me Bath Salt My Evil Genius Blind to the Contamine and Blunt And I go to the picnic with a basket of apples from Re: Store, the blot, while your every punch leaves the ulcer like psoriasis, I passed the fight at Olympus's foot, guess who you could call my idols to my idols After all, I am here again - this is an incomplete gestalt, the angel was equipped with Safari on the pride of Lviv killed the leader and the whole pride died and tomorrow I will fill up the dreams of dreams to catch my own, to catch but ... __________________ I dropped my dream in the elevator of the elevator A How do you see me!? We must divide to control the life of _________________________ I have a bitch on my adherent - I drink the buckets of tequila licking the salt from the clitoris, I pyzdabol of distilled water, and such a voice gives a nickels, Blt Cleopatra brings me juice in a jacuzzi, I look at the world from the pyramid, only masons. In the know, don’t give a fuck with whom to Battle, even having an endless Respawn in the era of Come Back \ 'Op and in my life, no more sense than in the Zen koana every day I perform the liva concert of Iguan and you were inflated vulgarity, my friend was resting on the laurelies here